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dare - peter parker

Dare - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person 

Prompt: What happens when (Y/N) can’t refuse a dare, and she takes it too far?

a/n: THIS IS MY LONGEST IMAGINE YET AND I’M SO HAPPY WITH IT!! also thank you for all the love on my last 3 imagines! and yes, the ladder part is based on the scenes in nerve!


(Y/N) didn’t know how her reputation came about. It started as a single dare, to which she completed. The one dare turned into five, five turned into 15, and eventually turned into 154 completed dares. Every dare she finished, one of her friends took a picture. (Y/N)’s wall was full of pictures, each with a date and dare name.

Now she was in the same situation. (Y/N) was sitting in a room with her friends, playing the infamous truth or dare. It came to her turn and obviously she chose dare. It didn’t come as a surprise, yet everyone cheered. (Y/N)’s friend smirked and ushered her out of the room. Once (Y/N) was gone, her friends begun to discuss the dare.

Every time (Y/N) was assigned a dare, it was her friends’ mission to make sure she couldn’t complete it. They called (Y/N) back in the room and one friend stood, beginning to announce the dare. “You, (Y/N) (Y/L), have to meet and take a picture with…” they paused, “Spiderman.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes widen, and looked over to her friend Peter, who stood with a slight fear in his eyes, though she couldn’t pinpoint what the fear was for exactly. Nonetheless, she had to manage to track down, meet, and take a picture with Spiderman. Spiderman was elusive. Even though she lived in New York, (Y/N) had only ever seen him once. She didn’t even know what to do.

“How much time do I have?” (Y/N) asked, feeling anxiety bubbling in her stomach.

“You have,” The friend turned around and asked everyone else, “5 days.”

“5 days!?” (Y/N) was beyond livid, “You are fucking joking!”

“Sorry (Y/N), I guess you can’t complete this dare.” They said, smirking.


It had been three days already, and (Y/N) was getting desperate. She tried to do some petty crimes like stealing, but Spiderman wouldn’t come unless it was an emergency. (Y/N) figured he had better things to do than try and stop a high schooler from stealing.

Day four. She had one day left. Her reputation was on the line. Not only her reputation was, it seemed like her life was. Everything she had was built on this persona of fearlessness and bravery. Her friends, the way she carried herself, her confidence, even her family knew. It was pretty silly, but it was true.

She thought back to a previous dare. (Y/N) had jumped across from the roof of her apartment complex to another building. That was the first, and only, time she had seen Spiderman. He was there and jumped down, thinking she had been trying to commit suicide. It was actually his web, which had pushed her to the other building, that had helped her complete that dare.

She called up everyone and told them to meet her at her apartment building. And to bring a ladder. Everyone soon came, and (Y/N) explained the plan. She went to the top of the apartment complex and took the ladder. With help from friends on the other side, they steadied the ladder so it was suspended between the two buildings.

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Across the Road - marsnmango - Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi [Archive of Our Own]
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This is a really amazing fanfiction I stumbled upon recently. It’s got some really fascinating stuff going on. Please read it!!!!!

I pray for the people from St Petersburg, Russia, where less than an hour ago two explosions had happened in metro.

7 years ago, on 29th of March there were in Moscow two explosions on the stations i travel thought every day.

I’ve checked on all my friends in there and they are alright, how I hate this sinking feeling while doing so, please, stay safe.

If anyone here dislikes Emma Carstairs or any of the Blackthorns please do me a little favor and hit up that unfollow button

A handwritten note, scrawled in Arabic on a torn cigarette pack, was discovered on the ground last week in Pozzallo as migrants filed off a ship. It was from someone initialed “A” to someone else initialed “R.”

“I wanted to be with you,” read the note. “Don’t you dare forget me. I love you very much. My wish is for you not to forget me. Be well my love. A loves R. I love you.”

كلمات عربية مكتوبة بخط اليد على غلاف علبة سجائر ممزقة عُثر عليها بعد إنقاذ مركب لمهاجريين غير شرعيين لإيطاليا من أ لـ ر

The New York Times | T.B : Lynsey Addario 

I keep seeing on my dash hateful and ridiculous anon messages (probably all from the same fucking asshole) to @arachelyma .

If you follow me too anon just know that each artist has their own unique style. You don’t have to like it since you are human and that can just not be your taste. That’s understandable. But you don’t have to go off and legitimately bully and harass them because it doesn’t meet your standards or whatever the fuck. How dare you honestly?! Seeing their art is a privilege, really. Artists share their art with us for free and you should always be mindful of that fact. They try their best and share a bit of their imagination with us (which takes a lot of confidence) and you dare step on that?

If you’re miserable with your own life don’t fucking take it out on others. Respect artists guys. Compliment their work, especially young ones that are still growing their technique. And Araceli, I love your art very much. Your style is so adorable and always lifts my spirits and your coloring is OUTSTANDING. Like I aspire to color like you one day. Don’t listen to that low self-esteemed moron. You’re awesome. Your art is awesome. And I hope you have a wonderful day. 

Let’s face it, we bookworms tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves, when it comes to our reading, because we’re weird like that, but in a good way. And, the truth is that reading should always be fun. Guilt free. ALL THE FUN SO MUCH OF THE FUN BECAUSE WORDS ON PAGES *insert screech* You know what I’m talking about. So I thought that compiling a list of the reasons that bookworms feel guilty and why they should just stop would be a great idea

  1. Not reaching our Goodreads challenge/lowering our goal for the year

In the past few years, the Goodreads challenge has become a staple of measuring achievement when it comes to reading. It has become insanely popular and it’s honestly such a good tool to keep track of everything you’re reading. But it also adds an immense amount of pressure. I’ve been there. When December rolls around and you see that you’re to the Goodreads challenge what Pluto is to being a planet in the Solar System (a.k.a. not even close; also VIVA LA PLUTO because Pluto deserved better smh), the panic sets in. You’re left with two options: lowering your goal or not finishing the challenge. Both make you feel like crap. But honestly, life makes us feel like crap far too many times, thank you very much, so let’s not let reading add to the ever growing pile of crap, am I right?

There’s no reason to feel guilty. If you read one book that year, you’re still a bookworm and it’s still a HUGE achievement. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t reach your challenge. It’s just a stupid tracking tool on the internet, it’s not something to measure your worth as a reader or as a person. You’re still awesome, even if you read just a page. Even one page counts. We’re busy, school and work get in the way 99% of the times. Unexpected life events occur. Shit happens. It’s normal and it’s expected, because life is fun and all that jazz.

Also, may I suggest a great idea: set your goal to one book for the year. Boom! Pressure off. You’ll still be able to see what books you read, how many pages and all that jazz, with the bonus that you don’t feel like hyperventilating every time you open your Goodreads account

  2. Not finishing books (the dreaded DNF)

Let me tell you something right off the bat: life is too short to waste on books that you’re not enjoying. Yes, I know, if you’re like me, you die a little on the inside every time you are at that point where you want to scream at the book you’re reading: BUT WHY ARE YOU NOT GOOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME WHO DID I OFFEND IN A PREVIOUS LIFE FML FML. It’s a reality. But let’s face it: you’re not going to enjoy every single book you pick up. It’s just not written in the stars. Which is why it’s perfectly acceptable to just…stop reading it. Put it down. Hug a kitten. Contemplate the universe. Leave it be. Maybe pick it up at a later time, maybe not. But don’t feel guilty. You didn’t disappoint the book, yourself, the book gods or literature as a whole. It just wasn’t meant to be and you should never force yourself to read a book you’re not enjoying. In my case, every time I force myself to keep going with a book I’m not enjoying, I tent to end up in The-Thing-That-Should-Not-Be-Named a.k.a. the Book Slump™. Just…no.

  3. Not reading classics

80% of the classics I’ve read have bored me to tears. I mean. I want me some dragons, magic and lost princesses. There are no such things in most classics (a huge oversight on the part of the writers, but I’m not pointing fingers). I’ve stumbled upon some that I really enjoyed, but too few to really make me actively pursue reading classics. The trouble is that a lot of people cringe so badly when you tell them that you don’t read classics.

“So yeah, I don’t really read or like classics”
“OMG HOW DARE YOU I AM OFFENDED”
“Um, I just..don’t really enjoy them/relate to the stories/want to live while I’m reading them”
“BLASPHEMY. SACRILEGE. BEGONE HEATHEN. SHAAAAME”

Whenever people react like this, it puts me off reading classics even more, because I hate judgy people. But I digress. My point is, the amount of classics that you read or don’t read doesn’t indicate how “good” of a reader you are (fyi, there are no good or bad readers imo). It’s just indicative of the genres you enjoy reading. That is all. People who read classics aren’t THE BEST BOOKWORMS™. They’re just people. Like you.

  4. Rereading books

I will shout this from the rooftops: I LOVE REREADING BOOKS. It’s something so refreshing and comfortable to go back to a book universe you fell in love with. To revisit favourite characters and go on adventures with them again. I reread at least a few books every year. Last year, I actively tried to reread at least one book each month. It was so much fun!

Rereading books can get you out of The Slump™. Rereading books is an excellent alternative for when you can’t afford to buy new books because stupid life costs money booooo. Rereading can be so insightful, because you notice so many things you missed on your first (or second, or third or…you get my drift) read. Rereading can be a whole new experience years after reading that book for the first time. Rereading a certain book can be the best for you at a certain time, because everything is familiar and safe. Rereading is absolutely no reason to feel guilty – people usually say they’re wasting time when they’re rereading (um, no), missing out on new releases (they’ll still be there a week later when you finish rereading your favourite book thank you very much), they fear not liking it as much the second time around (fine, I’ll give you this, it’s a possibility, BUT I ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE). Long story short: reread more books 2k17.

  5. Neglecting books because life

We’re bookworms, yes. But we’re also People Who Need To Live and Function in Society. What does this mean? That we sometimes don’t have that much time to read (I know, it’s just so rude). Days may pass when we don’t read at all. Weeks. Sometimes months. Years? (all my college years were spent reading almost academic books exclusively; it was a dark time in my life). But that’s okay. There’s no reason to feel guilty for doing our best to live out lives. Doing that sometimes implies giving up certain things, because we simply don’t have the time or energy to do them. That doesn’t make us bad people or bad readers. Your books will still be waiting for you when you have the time to devote them your full attention. Books don’t judge.

Surprisingly or not, this is just part one. I have many feelings about this particular topic, because I really really want people to read books guilt free. And live the bookworm life to the fullest

I’d love to hear your thoughts on these points. And if there was ever a time you felt guilty for something book related

Happy reading, bookish people <3

Mary

Truth or Dare?

Request: Could you do a Bucky x reader where the avengers are playing truth or dare and the reader gets dared to give Bucky a lap dance since he’s never had one and the reader gets really embarrassed because she thinks he doesn’t like her since Bucky never really talks to her but he’s actually secretly in love with her?

Summary: Basically what the request its; you give Bucky a lap dance and you get embarrassed ;)

Warnings: Fluff and kinda angst ?

A/N: I love doing requests! Also, if I don’t get to yours right away it’s most likely because I’m busy with homework / I’m doing research for the request. I finished my homework for today so I have some free time hence why I’ve been basically bleeding these fanfictions. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any good noragami fanfiction i should read?

ohohohohohhooooo, you have come to the right place.


In Spring I Said I Love You by @fushiginokunino​ has yet to be dethroned as the fic that gave me the most feels, and if you read I dare you not to get misty. It’s very sweet and very well-written and I can’t recommend it enough.

In the Darkness is the published fruits of @yatorihell​‘s labor on a Harry Potter AU. Good luck surviving it. Everything in her collection so far has been very humorous, in-character, and well-written.

May Our Fates Intertwine by 79AuRa88 is a poignant fic with a gorgeous, melancholic, fairy-tale-esque narrative style. It’s been one of my favorites for a very long time.

Now and Forever is an ongoing fic by @leopah​ about what would happen if Yato made Hiyori his shinki after the hospital arc. Ina is an astounding writer and has meticulously shaped her speculation in this fic so as to make it feel basically canon. It’s also a trainwreck of emotions, OTL. (She also updates regularly every Saturday. Go forth.)

Red by pseudocitrus is a classic bittersweet Yatori fic. Their writing is incomparable.

reverse by songs is a short, sucker-punch of a fic that kind of broke me…forever. blight is a bit longer, and had much the same effect.

Solstice by threesmallcrows is one of the staples on my rec list, simply because it’s phenomenal. It’s also one of the first norafics I read, and very near and dear to my heart. (It does get rather dark in moments, so keep that in mind.)

Swing For the Fences by @eerna is an amazing fighter AU that is very cleverly and beautifully written. (AND IT HAS ART!! Seriously, who told her she could be good at art and writing.) I’m not personally caught up on this fic yet, but that’s going to change very soon (I swear).

@sinemoras09 is another incredible author who walks the line between hilarity and heartbreak in a lot of their fics. Thousand-Year-Old Virgins exemplifies the former, A Blessing the latter. Their AO3 page is here, and it’s basically Kazubisha heaven.

@the-delivery-god has a ton of amazing Noragami fics on her AO3. A lot of them are super heartwarming and fluffy, which is great for the current state of the manga. :’) I really love It Started With a Text and Dwelling in the Past.

Selfish

In which it’s very difficult to love two people at the same time, and our favourite heroes learn it the hard way.

Note: Okay, guys, I did it. I sat down and did what I do best. I SINNED. I’M NOT SORRY. Here, take this trash and bathe in it, with the caution that it’s T-rated.

Note2: I honestly didn’t mean for it to be this long, but I couldn’t stop writing Marichat. (OTP problems)

Note3: Expect part 2 in the next few days.

UPDATE: Part 2 is up! Here’s the link: http://rosereddaffodil.tumblr.com/post/134655306981/selfish-part-ii


Selfish

Finally reaching the safety of her bedroom, Marinette allowed her transformation to drop and promptly fell face-first onto her bed, a pitiful groan resounding in the back of her throat. She was exhausted.

The fact that the akumatized villain had deemed her normal form worthy enough to fling over their shoulder and climb the Eiffel Tower with in tow, reenacting an already poor movie scene in an even poorer manner had been bad enough for her system, but racking her brain to find a way to make the humongous primate lover release her without sending her into a free fall and escaping an overly concerned and protective Chat after successfully doing so had truly drained all her reserves. Thankfully, she had managed to transform the instant she got separated from her silly kitty by an avalanche of collapsing steel and her following cocky claim that she had saved Marinette and taken her to safety had been enough to convince Chat and finally make him pay attention to the battle instead of worrying about her.

Now, however, the day’s events were hitting her with full force in the form of a pounding headache and, even if all her muscles didn’t feel overly strained, she would have disregarded the Physics homework she still had to do and snuggled into her comfortable bed with no thoughts of eating, taking a shower or any other activity that required an ounce of physical effort.

Marinette could vaguely feel an equally tired Tikki plop down on her pillow softly, possibly munching on a biscuit, as her consciousness slowly began to drift and she was caught in the familiar embrace of sweet, sweet slumber.

That was when someone knocked on her window.

In her state, it took her exactly one second to go through all the possibilities and deduce who could possibly climb to her balcony and mistake her window for a door and the desire to slam it open and blow in the stupid cat’s face was seriously considered.

Her body protested vehemently, however, and Marinette would have settled for completely ignoring her partner, if only he hadn’t begun tapping the damned window in the most irritating pattern, with indistinct noises following to make the musical piece more cringe-worthy.

For the first time, she consulted all her memories of Chloé to put her best bitch face on, mechanically lifted herself off the bed while the most colourful phrases passed through her mind and moved one foot in front of the other to climb to her balcony and grace Chat with the aforementioned expression that, based on the inspiration she’d used to create it, would have made Hawk Moth’s butterflies turn back into caterpillars.

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Hahaha…

Seriously someone help me.